LIFE.
Lite’s a game of go and hustle, life’s a thing of rush and bustle, , Life’s a play of brain and muscle, life s an jump and buz;; and whirr; Ufa’s a gaum at whose beginning all the world is set a-spinmng, •, ir Tint the very thought of winning is itselt a splondd spur. Life’s a thing of rough'and tumble, life’s a thine of laugh and grumble, life’s a tiling of grab and fumble, lues a thing of jolt and jar; _ , life’s a stretch cf daisied meadows, ufes a place of ghnfs and shadows, Life’s a thing of maids >nd widows, smiles and tears, and there, you arcBut who plays the game a-ioving, lifting; helping, never shoving. Laughing, singing, turtkdoving through its jars and outs mid ins. With a wife and little laddy or wee lass to call him daddie, Doesn’t do so very badly—lie’s tho chap who truly wins. J. M. Lewis, in the ‘American Magaaiuo.’
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Evening Star, Issue 13002, 22 December 1906, Page 4
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157LIFE. Evening Star, Issue 13002, 22 December 1906, Page 4
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